i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. a thousand times over i wish i could tell you. i wish you could hear it in my every breath, in every word i ever utter. i hope it reads in my eyes, how they look at you.
nobody prepares you for the amount of pain and grief you experience when you have to forgive yourself for believing someone was actually a genuine person. the hardest part isn't just their betrayal. it's the shame you carry for ignoring your instincts.
I think the hardest part of adulting is that you have to keep going, no matter what you’re dealing with, how you feel or what life throws at you. Even on the days when you have nothing left to give, life goes on and somehow, you have to keep up.
